Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

There is an infinite monkey theorem, which states that in an infinite amount of time, a monkey will be able to type out a book that is circulated in the world by typing on a keyboard.

That is to say, if time is infinite, then coincidences are inevitable.

……

The hound slowly took shape under his pen. He originally thought it would be a tall and thin dog like a thin dog, but due to the overlapping images, the final image was a broad, sturdy dog ​​with wrinkles on the face.

The Neapolitan Mastiff, a breed of dog that was once bred for fighting, has been banned in most countries due to a history of it biting its owner to death.

This dog loves children and, if well socialized, makes a quiet, gentle, and friendly companion.

Of course it couldn't be the Joker who was bragging about himself, he was referring to Lucian.

He is compared to the Neapolitan Mastiff and God.

Lucian's eyelids twitched involuntarily—

Only in the subconscious, in dreams, can he be God.

As for everything he saw yesterday... perhaps it was a coincidence arranged by his subconscious mind for the sake of rationality, or perhaps it was an extremely deep memory from before he traveled through time.

...The curtain was the clue the Joker gave him, even if the clue was ridiculously subtle.

But it was indeed a hint, allowing Lucien to confirm that this was a dream.

……

He tied the heavy curtains with ropes on both sides and hung them up to let the light from outside in.

----

Ms. Taylor is a professional and responsible psychologist. She conducted tests, proposed solutions, listened carefully, prescribed medication, and discussed Jenny's next diet plan after leaving.

Lucien looked at the illnesses listed on the medical form. "How did I get post-traumatic stress disorder?"

Ms. Taylor and Jenny looked at each other, then she said, "Your friend died in that war."

"Friend? Is his name Jack?"

"Yes, Jack Oswald White."

...This is the name carved on the grave of -22 Joker.

Lucien began to understand the Joker and Batman's subconscious deficiencies and manifestations.

Three Bruces, but no Batman due to lack of pain.

A Jack, because of premature death, and no Joker.

Seeing Lucien's understanding expression, they looked at each other again, and Jenny's expression was a little bitter.

As the door closed, Taylor asked, "Is he confusing his hallucinations with reality again?"

Jenny hesitated, then nodded.

"The condition has recurred. What happened? I haven't heard of any gunfights recently. Or did he see the gun again?"

"I don't know." Jenny rubbed the hem of her skirt with both hands. "He was already much better. He was able to cook and eat. You also said that he would get better as long as he took the medicine on time... I have to go on a business trip for three days, only three days. I left all the food at home, enough..."

Her voice was choked with sobs: "I shouldn't have left. I have no choice. The money at home is not enough. If you don't want to go this time..."

Taylor looked at her, sighed, and held her in his arms, patting her back gently.

……

This is the dream, but how do I wake up? Or how do I decipher it?

Lucien walked around the place again. Everyone was vivid and sincere, especially the three Bruces, who didn't have any trace of Batman.

He read books—in his dreams the words were arranged randomly, not in sentences—until he finished One Hundred Years of Solitude.

This seemed too real, all the dream verification methods were useless here... After a week, Lucien had to reject his previous inferences.

This should be the paradise that the Joker created for him in reality.

why?

For replacement?

No, if this was his purpose, then all his previous efforts were in vain.

To deceive?

What then? What to do with deception?

"Squeak-"

The door suddenly opened, and Lucien saw Jenny walk in. Before he could ask why she didn't knock, Jenny pointed outside angrily: "Why didn't you take your medicine? You threw all the medicine into the toilet! Do you know how much money I spent?"

Whether this was a dream or reality, Lucian would never take that damn medicine. Who knows what was in it.

"Enough! I'm really fed up with you! Do you know how much I've paid for you?" Her emotions burst out, but this was very sudden in Lucian's eyes. He looked at her coldly, as if he was looking at a monkey baring its teeth.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Jenny nodded as if she had been hit hard. “Yes, yes, you are a patient, I shouldn’t say this to you.”

She became depressed, and just as her emotions had suddenly changed at the beginning, her retreat was also very sudden.

But before closing the door and leaving, Lucien said, "Send me back to Gotham, or let me meet the Joker."

"There's no Gotham, and there's no Joker... Wait, did you go to the movies?" Jenny suddenly realized, hurriedly closed the door, and ran to the only movie theater in town. Her hair was disheveled and her body was greasy. She panted and found the ticket seller at the theater:

"Did he come to see the movie?"

"Who? Ma'am?" The ticket seller was startled and asked when he looked up and didn't recognize her.

"Lucien, Lucien Emerson Turner."

"Sorry, I don't remember. Maybe you should ask him about this. After all, we don't offer refunds after you've already seen the movie."

Perhaps because it was too much trouble, the ticket seller remained indifferent.

Jenny naturally knew what he wanted. She wanted to take out her wallet, but she didn't bring it with her in such a hurry. Finally, she gritted her teeth and squatted down. She took out a few US dollars from the bottom of her shoe, both five-dollar and ten-dollar bills, and handed them over. "You have a way. Please, I'm not here to refund the ticket."

"Okay... so he came a few days ago?" The ticket seller took it with some disgust.

"The 25th, maybe the 26th or 27th."

The ticket seller squatted down and pulled out three dozen ticket stubs from a drawer. "These are for everyone who's seen this movie. Look over there."

He pointed to a stool in the corner.

Chapter 165 Flaw

"You mean, he saw the gun in the movie, so he relapsed... That's possible." Taylor wrote in a notebook with a pen: "You can show him the ticket stub, or take him to see the movie again - remember, you have to accompany him."

……

"What's this?" Lucien looked at the piece of paper Jenny placed before him—recognizing it as the 2019 Joker movie poster. "Wait a minute, isn't this the 20th century?"

“It’s the 21st century,” Jenny said. “2019.”

...?

Lucien looked at the small piece of paper and said, "I'm going to go and see this... Is there a Batman trilogy as well?"

"...you used to love Batman and Iron Man."

?

Is this a dream?

"No, why are there no comics in my room..."

"I don't know."

Lucien was a little confused, but finally decided to go into the cinema.

2019 Joker, Batman trilogy.

It took a total of nine and a half hours. When I came out of the cinema, my steps were light-headed and I felt like I was in another world.

Jenny followed silently beside him, her face showing fatigue... She was not keen on watching movies, and most of her energy was on Lucien.

"You mean... I had a series of hallucinations based on these things—I thought I traveled through them, but it was actually just an illusion?"

"Correct."

"..."

Under the dim street lights, the two people walked side by side, but there was a distance between them, and they looked alienated under the shadows of the trees.

"...I can speak nearly a hundred languages, know the slang and legends of various regions, have tasted local cuisine, and seen regional specialties. How can I explain this?"

"I was attracted to you because of your erudition," Jenny said helplessly. "You know a lot and you enjoy reading literature. I mean, you were once quite good, but it was your mental illness that ruined you."

"...That's not right." But Lucian couldn't produce any strong evidence, and only emphasized palely: "That can't be an illusion."

He was convinced that his previous experience was real.

Jenny sighed, took the initiative to walk in, stopped his shoulder, and comforted him: "It's okay, let's take it slowly."

……

This dream seemed to have a dark undertone. Although Lucian was a veteran, he could not get any subsidies... He had once rebelled.

Lucien didn't feel anything about it, he just felt it was unnecessary and cumbersome.

Anyway, because of various problems, he found himself a clerical job in the small town.

Of course, he is still persistently looking for flaws in this dream and an opportunity to wake up.

Yes, after waking up, three months had passed. Even with the existence of the veil, Lucian gradually began to question himself - all this was too strange, not like reality, nor like a dream, full of loopholes but also logically consistent.

He couldn't understand how the clown did it, nor did he understand how he should get out - get out, he had to get out!

Lucien watched Jenny's back as she was busy in the kitchen. The yellow light shone on her reddish-brown hair...red-brown?

"Did you dye your hair?" he asked.

"What?" Jenny didn't hear clearly. She turned her head to look at him and raised her chin: "Wash those carrots over there."

Lucien turned on the tap and rubbed the mud off the carrots. Under the sound of running water, he asked, "I remember your hair was yellow-brown before."

He has yellow-brown hair, freckles, and an East Asian face, ordinary and safe.

This time Jenny heard clearly: "That's not the case. I have always been like this."